The Lowland Hunter Poem by Nick krakana

Patrick was once a young man like you and me

A great hunter from the Cree

Walking the James Bay lowlands free

With his legs so strong following along



His Fathers teaching in the ways of the land

How to survive with axe in hand

An existence from long ago

Foreign to those who do not know



To understand we must know the past

Respect for the land and it will last

For all that the Creator gave from his hand

The fish of the water the beast on the land



So today should you pass a brother of the Cree

Remember it was his people of long ago

Who tended this land with an invisible hoe